Zayn sighed deeply, slumping into his chair as he found himself in yet another ridiculous situation.
The dining hall was obnoxiously grand, the kind of place where a single plate probably cost more than his entire wardrobe.
The table stretched far — so far, in fact, that if someone at the other end wanted salt, they'd probably have to send a courier pigeon.
The chandeliers sparkled overhead, the polished floors gleamed, and everything smelled… expensive.
Across from him sat Cedric and Isadora, the noble lovebirds.
Beside him sat Celestia, the source of all his problems.
The maids moved swiftly, serving dishes that looked almost too perfect to eat — glazed meat, fresh fruits, golden bread, and soup that shimmered under the light.
Why does soup shimmer? Zayn had no idea, but this place had a habit of making the mundane feel excessive.
He picked up his fork, ready to eat quietly, but then —
"Ahhh~"
Zayn froze mid-motion.
